We endured a flood in Central Missouri in 1993, and you're right, the smell is everywhere and it is awful. My heart breaks for you. We had similar community spirit after the waters subsided, where people I didn't even know were bringing food and helping to clean up . . . it's the one bright spot in an otherwise devastating nightmare. I am thinking of you, praying for you, and hoping the clean up, rebuilding and replacement goes as quickly as possible.
I hope your backyard trees survive. They are beautiful.
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